I'm alive. New blog schedule will begin next week. New post will be up on Tuesday, but after that the posting schedule will be Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. So while you wait for handwritten, goofy comic shenanigans, enjoy your Doctor Who weekend! Here's a rough draft of the Eleventh Doctor I've been working on.

Things Will Never Be The Same...

Anticlimactic

Doctor Who Series 5...

Doctor Who Series 6.1...

Doctor Who Series 6.2...

I didn't think it was possible, but it happened. Steven Moffat let me down on my birthday. He led me on and handed me an anticlimactic season ending.

I'm hopeful that he will bring his A-game next time round, but still... Steve gave me sadness for my birthday. And that kind of sucks.

'Tis the Season for Bowties and Fezzes...

The following is a transcript of a chat I had with my Maid of Honor on Facebook. We were chatting about the holidays and what not.

Me: All I asked for [this Christmas] was Doctor Who Season 5. I don't think anybody got it for me. >.>

Maid of Honor: oh no seriously?

Me: Yeah. I'm kind of sad.

Maid of Honor: oooooooo...

Me: That's the easiest thing to get me!... Plus a Tardis and a Sonic Screwdriver.

Maid of Honor: hahahaha... is it on sale in stores?

Me: I saw it at a Best Buy and it's on Amazon.

Maid of Honor: ooooooo... party foul

Party foul indeed, Maid of Honor. Party foul indeed.


And then, when the magic day rolled around, and lo and behold...


Thank you, Santa. And to Fiance and Maid of Honor for reminding him.